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Ton of Feathers
Death’s falling on me like a ton of feathers -
Up to my ankles (wrecked, the docs can’t fix).
Soon, belled, we lead the herd, but find we’re wethers…
It’s all far gentler than a ton of bricks.
Robin Helweg-Larsen
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Robin Helweg-Larsen
would be pleased to hear them.
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